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Her hand was clamped over her mouth, eyes wide as tears pooled. Rage ripped through me. “You!” I screamed, storming toward her. My chest heaved with betrayal so sharp it burned. “How could you? With my husband? I trusted you. I took you in as my sister, and this is how you repay me? You evil, lying bitch!” My hand lashed out, fueled by every ounce of hatred and hurt— But it passed straight through her cheek. I gasped, jerking back. “What the hell is going on?”

Pregnant with my husband’s child—the same husband who no longer loved me, who chose Anais over me every chance he got. He’s the one losing this, I told myself, holding back tears. If it hadn’t been for the email Leandro sent me at that exact moment, I would have made the biggest mistake of my life. —I’m sorry, something came up, —I said as I grabbed my coat and left the office.

I had been married for five years to my husband, Tristan Wolfe. Always claiming to have urgent duties, he had missed four of our anniversaries in a row. After using my father to get promoted to Deputy Fire Chief, he finally agreed to celebrate our fifth anniversary. The moment our dishes were served, he saw the news about a fire at a postpartum center downtown and turned pale. I tried to reassure him by saying, “The fire headquarters is right across the street. You’re on your rare day off. Your team can handle it.”

Something about this whole marriage made me uneasy but I just couldn’t place my hands on it. I could tell that he hated me from the way he stared at me. The room given to me by daminen was decent enough, every inch of it felt good. As I sat on the little laptop I had with me going through my files I couldn’t help but log into social media and just like I had predicted the scandal was going viral. Pictures of our marriage and my last words to the press where everywhere. When my phone vibrated I knew it was going to be a message from Jeff my personal assistant who worked for me before I went to jail.

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”

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My knees weakened, and I sank slowly to the floor, I didn’t have a defense — and I don't deserve one. He looked down at me, there was no anger in his eyes, just cold disappointment. "I made a promise once — to never fire you, remember?" He asked, rhetorically, but I still nodded in shame. "So no, I’m not throwing you out." He picked up the resignation letter and slowly tore it into shreds, the sound slicing through the silence. He must have discussed this with his wife, Chloe — well, I hate to admit that she is, but it was the truth anyway — and Chloe must have thought of me as disgusting and unfit.

CHAPTER 124: Stalemate Her eyes narrowed at me. “It was nothing more than evidence that my husband has been cheating on me. With his assistant of all people.” Her voice cracked on the last word, whether with fury or grief, I couldn’t yet tell. But it was real and raw, and enough to send a ripple of pleasure through me. She believed it. Or at least, she wanted to believe it badly enough to stand here and spit the words out like venom.

An imaginary version of my husband. I shake my head and force a smile, “do you mean April Sunday?” Carson blinks at me, confused and surprised. He says, “I think so, yes.” “That’s his assistant. One of them.” I say. Carson makes a face and unfortunately I can read it clearly. He thinks I’m foolish. He thinks I’m in denial. Hailey, always a little more forward says, “I’ve never hugged my boss or called him honey.” I want to tell them. To tell someone. To tell anyone. My husband’s been cheating on me. He locked me in a hospital so he could play house with his assistant. I’m only out to birth their future child together.

"I had worked double shifts at a diner to put him through Harvard Law School. Every penny I earned went to his tuition." "The day he made partner at his firm, he served me divorce papers. He was marrying Sarah - my best friend." The crowd murmured. Someone spat at Tom's feet. "I had nowhere to go, no money saved. Tom knew this. He offered me a job as their housekeeper, knowing I couldn't refuse." "So I served the woman who stole my husband while I was carrying his child. I cleaned their floors and cooked their meals." Sarah's perfectly made-up face twisted. "You were lucky to have a job!"